[Script Offer][M4F] Hardcore Brainwashing of Stupid BDSM Addict [Husband][Evil][Deception][Dungeon][Kinkshaming Kink][Self-harm][Breaking you] From [Fucking Mental][Mind Fuck][Abuse][Denial of pain][Antibondage] to [Fairytale][Body acceptance][Empowerment][Prelude to an HFO]

Hi, welcome to the dungeon. If you don't mind, please have a seat.

I just had a one hour long telephone conversation with your husband. Apparently, he was worried about your propensity for self-harm. And that's why he scheduled your appointment.

This is somewhat unusual. It's nothing that I typically do. However, your husband's argument was very convincing, so I am going to make an exception today and we'll see how it goes.

The session he has planned for you is going to be very intense. Because it is the most psychological session that I have ever been asked to do, I hope you had a good night's sleep before we continue.

Your husband has requested me to include some soft elements: body acceptance, pleasure by proxy, and soft pleasure as punishment.

However, he also pushed me into new territory. For any other client of mine, this would be pure torture. I hope that you will come to terms with the severity of these elements:

Kinkshaming

Denial of pain

Antibondage - practicing release from bondage

As with any brainwashing program, I start by breaking down my clients. Then, I build them up. Making them yearn for more and submit to the program.

Your husband wanted you to sign these forms. He was very adamant that you do this voluntarily and that we do not move outside the scope of our agreement.

Your husband also asked me for some pointers on how to be more dominant, so that you could find a balance in your sexual relations. I recommended him some testosterone supplements. I also suggested that he could give you MDMA or any other entactogen, really, but he said he didn't want to do that. He thought the risks were too high.

Ah, I see you have signed the documents. Very well. Let's proceed to the dungeon. Would you like some coffee first?

As you can see, my dungeon has cushioned walls. They act more as a silencer. This is my realm. Here, I'm the prince of darkness. Whatever I tell you to do, if it was in your contract, you will do it.

If you don't do as I say, there will be consequences. The possible consequences are also listed in the contract. I'm not going to ask you again. The contract is now active.

The session begins.

There's a chair. Sit down!

I said: sit down.

I can see that you are sitting, but I will tell you again. Sit down!

Don't you know what that means? That means when I tell you to do something, you do it right. And you do it immediately.

So you thought I was prince charming? No. This is just a character. Which one you might ask? Am I the clever psychopath, or the stupid one?

You don't have a choice. The door is locked. It smells of 70% alcohol here for a reason. And that's a reason we are not going to explore today.

Let me tell you what's NOT going to happen here. I'm not going to give you what you want. Neither am I going to give you what I, myself, desire. Your husband made a call and now, I just do my job. Do you understand the premise of this game?

I don't want to do this to any of my clients. But I'm short on rent and your husband is made of cash. So what's it gonna be? Will you submit to him or do I, the prince of darkness, have to guide you toward his wishes?

Don't you understand the premise of this game?

I tell you what to do. Yet, you fail to comply. You try. But you're not complying. Not by my standards. How deceptive of me.

This is your game.

I know who you are, stupid. I see through your veil.

I feed on your darkness. I consume it. I crave it. I WILL DESTROY IT.

I am, after all, the prince of darkness.

Your constant requests for your husband to dominate you, WILL BE DENIED. I'm here to teach you that. And you must learn.

Your husband has no desire in abusing you. All that pain that you want, he's not going to give it to you. Instead, he hired me to take care of that. This is what he wants. He wants you to break. He gave me explicit instructions: "Break her down. Build her up."

It's time for your abuse.

You don't even know who you are, do you? You idolize villains and you make the mistake of copying all the psychopaths in movies, which eventually get caught. You are not driving the plot. The plot is driving you.

Stupid psychopath. You're not very successful are you?

Your self-esteem is fake. You don't believe in yourself. You try to compensate by thinking that you're special, but you're not.

You said no to the pain and the fear. You tried so hard to replace it.

But the wounds are still there. You feel safe near the trauma. How fucked up is that?

You feel comfortable with near-death experiences and sensations that leave marks.

You break the law. You don't have the self-control of the average person.

You want to be abused and here you are. Look at me when I talk to you!

This is the truth. This is what you wanted isn't it? To look away.

But no. I'm not giving it to you that easily. I will deny you the pain that you seek. That's right. You will be left with your insecurities, your problems of understanding others, and your aching desires.

You will be denied. I could be as loving as your husband is, who has to put up with you and your self-harm. He buys you brand new razor-sharp blades and the purest of alcohols. Band aids. He has been so accepting of your behavior, for so long.

Your borderline, post-traumatic failure to cope. And he is growing weary. How many years do you think he would last? He has to pretend. He has to pretend to be someone else, just for you?

Do you think he really wants to see you suffer? Why. Can't. You. See?

He's in pain. But unlike you. He's not enjoying it.

You're not special. Your attempts of manipulation are transparent. And your lack of remorse is most amusing. It's the same old mind tricks. Your husband knows EVERYTHING about you.

You don't grow. Not fast enough. Because you don't cope with criticism. Do you really think that people who recognize their own weaknesses are weak?

How pathetic of you.

Your mind is broken. Unable to resist temptation. Will you really stay true? No, you won't. You don't hold back. Ever. Or when you do, it's because it hurts for you to approach.

How backwards is your brain wired? Is the front to the back and the back to the front? I think it's upside down.

And it's probably spinning right now. Because I'm here to wash it clean.

That's right, you stupid psychopath. I'm going to make you suffer. Face your pain. And then discard it.

I will throw it away. Like trash. The pain that you yearn so much for. It's garbage.

It doesn't belong to you. Let it decompose. I will leave your desire for pain by the road side. I will drive out in the darkness. Mystic uber. And leave your pain, all alone.

I'm going to abandon your pain. I will trick your pain into leaving you. And it is never ever coming back. No, I'm not a friend of your pain.

You can't even spell your husband's name right. What did you expect? That there would be no consequences?

Did you really expect, that you were in control of those very consequences? You really made a huge mistake, in thinking that he is like you. He is not at all like you.

He is so much more worse than you. He is the king of darkness. And he has asked me to tell you...

He is not angry with you.

He knows of your intention to flip the script. He always knew. From the very moment that you grabbed his penis, he knew what your true self is. Bullseye.

And so the time has come. For your punishment.

I have all sorts of gear in this dungeon. A medieval torture chamber would pale in comparison. I have camphor, chains, heavy weights that fatigue you into helplessness, ice spray, barbiturates, ropes, even calipers for fat shaming, a vertical bench, paint brushes, an assortment of steel pliers, slime, ...

And this is my latest invention: a drink to ingest that makes you tingle all over.

You can't escape the pain. Of me, not giving it to you. You just have to sit there. As close as possible to me. And that's all I ever want from you. So close to the pain. And you can't have it.

No. I'm not letting you have it. No no no. Not today. Your husband is NOT angry with you. Even if you act like a really really bad girl. He's not going to punish you.

Close your eyes. Imagine your husband is there. Wouldn't it be nice, if he tied you up? Just like the way you had planned to do in his sleep. You know he never agreed to that. You know, he doesn't want that. But you just want one thing from him.

You want his anger. A reaction. To be in control, over his emotions.

But he is not. Angry. He is in control. Just enough for himself. And perhaps if you ask nicely, he will treat you to some pain. But do not try to manipulate him.

Because he knows what you want. And he is going to deny you.

You're so fucked. He is going to disappoint you with this one thing... Am I going to say it? Am I really going to say the V word? In MY dungeon?

VANILLA SEX

That's right. You will learn to be docile and comply with the most modest of requests. Consensual sex. Missionary. Spooning. Holding... yuck, hands.

You will be denied the realm of advanced pleasures. And trust me. There will be no surprises. That's the evil of the king of darkness. He desires to consume your pain. He wants you to feel as good as possible, as often as possible.

As much as you try, he will never hate you. He will suffocate you with love. And you will learn what it is like to have a "normal" relationship. Without intermittent break-ups or flaring conflict.

At first, he will suppress your personality. He won't let you be, who you think you are. He will lead and you will follow. He desires a moderate sense of control, just barely dominating you, ever so slightly. Keeping you on the edge.

Wanting for more. Now, relax. After all, you're in a dungeon. And there's no way to escape. You signed a contract. I gave you a pen. And you signed.

Do you even KNOW what you signed up for? Are you aware, that your life, is going to be different after this session?

Does it not excite you that I will destroy, what you thought was your personality? That I am going to take away that, which you thought was the center of your life?

And instead I will replace it. Push something new into place. A new dick in your pussy. And nevermore, any other dick. Doesn't the premise of this game excite you?

Commitment. Responsibility. Accountability.

Now, you are going to perform for me. I want you to tie yourself up. It has to be done in a way, that you can untie yourself. Go ahead. You can choose one of these.

OK. You chose that one? Are you sure?

Oh, you don't know do you? You're not even sure what you're supposed to feel?

Who am I? THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS.

Did you summon me? Was the story about your husband just role play, so that you could relax and fall into my trap? Did you really consent to this?

Did you really sign those papers? Was there a pen? Did you pull on it while everybody else was watching?

Do you really think that you are alone? Do you really think, that you could fool me?

No. You are not going to be dominated. Eventually, you will not even be denied. You can have it all at once. And as punishment for your evil plans. There will be no consequences.

You will not be judged. You will not stand trial. Do you understand me?

I am not your dad. I am the prince of darkness.

I am here to break you down. And you will follow. And do as I tell you. Eventually, you will be as spontaneous as I want you to be. But right now, all you have left to receive pleasure from, is the pleasure to serve. Me.

And you will do as your told. And if I tell you to tie yourself up, I expect you to have done so already. Say what? You haven't started?

What's this? This knot is too tight. Redo.

Do it now. Make it softer.

There you go.

Relax for me. Let me tell you a story. A story about a princess, who wanted to become a queen.

Once upon a time, there was a boy... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

... Once upon a time, there was a girl. Ah, that's better. Feeling sleep already?

Late one evening, the girl closed her eyes. She had been pushed around. People had spoken ill of her. The men were angry. And she knew why. She wanted them to be. But that wasn't the truth.

It was just her mind, telling her, that she's in control. But that wasn't the case. Her goal was never to make the men angry. Her goal was to justify her own anger.

She wanted it to be someone else's fault. If no one else is angry like me, then there must be something wrong with me, she thought. But there wasn't anything wrong with her. She just had a depression. She was sad and sought a way out. Her anger, didn't allow her to feel pain. It created a sort of distance, between her and her emotions.

Her true self. She tried calling out to her true self. But her true self was in so much pain, she could not stand facing herself. So she went to the mirror. And she held up an apple: "One day, I will be healthy. I will be happy", she said to the mirror. But her true self only listened with half an ear.

A dark voice inside her head spoke. "You have been so unhappy throughout life. What makes you think, that you are worthy of happiness? You're not in control. You might as well just surrender and tie yourself up." And she listened to the voice.

"If only I could find a man to tie up, so I can escape this faith of mine. This fate of hopelessness. This fate of not being in control."

"And if he's tied up, he can't abandon me. He won't cause me pain. I don't have to control my anger, if I provoke him. I can find pleasure in him losing control. I think I want to be a queen."

But the king soon heard news from his mirror that the girl wanted to be a queen. And he gathered his council and they spoke: "She lives in two worlds" said the oldest. "She is evil incarnated" said the wisest. "She must be taught a lesson" said the prince. And the God of a neighboring realm spoke: "You must take her to the disco."

And the king took the girl to the disco, but was soon disappointed. She grabbed his ass and stole something from him. The king had lost something, but he was more concerned about his leg. He had been dancing for hours, despite an injury, just to please the girl, but he didn't speak of this. He noticed the theft and made a mental note.

Chaos reigned for several years, and the queen was exiled, as the king retired to his duties. One day, the God of the neighboring realm spoke: "Take her as your wife".

And the king was dismayed. "The drama of this act drains me. She only wants a reason to dominate me. She wants to provoke me, so that she can justify her own behavior. She wants to punish me, for the things that SHE did."

With time, the girl became a queen and lured all the men into her realm. The king sensed the anger caused by the disappointment of hundreds of men. And so he hid in a cave. "There are too many mirrors in this world, said the king, and far too spoiled people".

"I will not fight her minions, but neither shall I do her bidding. If she wants an angry man, she shall have none. And my kindness will be my sword. And I will cut her down from the apple tree, to which she has bound herself."

"Let no shadow fall upon her. I command thee: Untie yourself!"

You are no slave to your emotions. Untie yourself!

Undo the knot. Release yourself from the prison of helplessness. I am here to help you find your true self.

We are not done here. Tie yourself up, once more. I will not release you. You will not feel pain. When the time is right, you must release yourself from this knot.

Strapped in? Good.

You are no longer a queen. The queen was a slave to her emotions.

Now, it is time for you, to become a goddess. A true goddess only observes. She does not intervene. She opens up to be worshiped.

And in this passive state, she can receive. But she also wants to be human. She is not a human who turns into an animal. No.

She is a goddess, who turns into a human. And gives in to her desires.

And the very moment she approaches her partner, she will have lost her divine power. However, it wasn't taken away. Nobody stole it from her.

To be human, is to share power. The most powerful of experiences are made in the balance between dominance and submission. When the difference is small, the result is endless trust. And when the trust is endless, the pleasure is a supernova. Beautiful on approach and overwhelming at its core.

Be a good woman for me and untie that rope. Unlock that hand cuff. Remove that leather strap. And you will be free.

You have the potential to act. To express your pain. To share your pain. To share your vulnerability.

Let me put a hand on your heart. Put your hand over mine.

Listen to your body. And your mind will follow.

You came all this way to be a good girl. But look at you. You're a woman.

You're a good woman, not because I tell you so. But because that is how we are born.

Someone flipped the wrong switch in you. And I'm going to unflip it. That's my job.

That's why I was sent to earth. To help you, help yourself - to untie the ropes that hold you in place.

I'm not going to deny you an orgasm. Touch yourself. Give yourself a reward. Go on.

It was a really awful experience that you went through just now. I know, I made sure of it.

I want every part of your body to resonate with lust. Every birthmark, mole, fat cell, and any other part of your body that you deem insufficient. I want them to resonate. I want you to accept your proportions. The scars. Any visible symptoms. Any unshapely body part. Embrace yourself.

Do it for me. And don't do it for me. Do it for yourself. Accept who you are.

Who I want you to be. Come. Be yourself.

You KNOW I'm going to make you smile. There's no escaping it. This is what I came for. This is why I'm here.

My entire life, is centered around your smile. You will give it to me. There is no way in hell, that I would let your laughter escape me. I see you.

I might not show it. But I feel it inside too. I crave your happiness.

You will feel pleasure. There is no escape. There will be no more pain.

You have no choice. This was bound to happen. I'm going to release you now. Be a good woman.

Be good. That's right.

Oh, I almost forgot. It's time for your punishment as well. You do like punishments, don't you?

Because you want them so much, you can't have them. You'll be denied of pain.

I won't watch you suffer from self-inflicted pain. I will, however, watch you squirm, from not being allowed to cause yourself pain. I will deny it. Again and again.

Very soft now. There's nothing hardcore about this experience. I lied to you. I'm not a dungeon master. And I'm not the prince of darkness.

I am the person that you didn't know you needed.

You can cum if you want to. Or not. The decision is yours. It has to be. That's my command. Free will.

If you want it, you can have it. Now, there's a little secret that I wanted to share. I can cum without touching myself. If I'm in the zone. Sometimes it takes me an hour or two. I can get off only from the pleasure of another woman.

That woman is you. I want you to exercise this skill too. I want you to be able to cum without touching yourself.

Because your husband is such a loving person, he has paid for another master in one of the other rooms here. Be free to go there and make sure you finish yourself off. Just make sure, that it's a pain free experience. Or I will look for you. I WILL find you. And I will make you cum. Unless your husband finds you first.

I have a particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a dream-come-true for people like you.

If you ever feel like coming back. Just come.